Waiting to die –
That’s what heartache feels like,
It’s a frozen block of time
And an absence of the mind –
I’m not living nor am I dying
But my eyes constantly feel like crying;
Solitude has become a prison
And my favorite world,
The one I live in,
Has been covered in frosted dew –
It’s a dense haze because that’s all I choose to see,
So I cling to soulful words to possibly set me free;
I’ve been struck by abrupt pain
And vividly remember the pouring rain;
But in a sense,
I’m doing just fine;
With perpetual patience
The sun will again shine.
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